The BLTS Archive - Politics of Sex
by Gryvon (gryvon13@yahoo.com)

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Published: 06-11-09 - Complete - id:5130181
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Julian Bashir took a deep sip from his tea as he
contemplated his dining companion and considered where to
take the conversation next. They'd covered the gamut of
local gossip, literature, births and engagements on the
station. What next? The taste of apple and cinnamon swirled
on his tongue. His answer came to him as he took another sip
of tea. He set the tea cup down gently, the china clinking
softly against the saucer. "You know, there were a number of
Cardassian dietary issues that were left out of the
station's medical database."

Garak's smile was ill-concealed as he sipped at his own cup
of rokassa juice. "Really? I can hardly imagine how that
would have happened."

He didn't even bother trying to hide his own answering grin.
"There's barely anything there, at least nothing that's not
straight out of any basic medical text book. Common
allergies, food intolerances, aphrodisiacs, there's none of
it."

Garak chuckled and leaned back in his seat. His expression
was jovial, but his eyes studied Julian intently. "Really,
doctor, you should know better by now. When have Cardassians
ever willingly given their enemies information that could be
used against them in a military situation? The amount of
intel the Cardassian government had gathered on humans back
in the day was astounding. I can only imagine the volumes
they've amassed since then."

"That's not the same thing!" Julian spluttered, leaning
forward for emphasis. "I'm talking medical issues. Things
that could save lives."

Garak nodded in agreement. "Or take them. Think, doctor. If
you knew a large percentage of your war prisoners were
allergic to a certain shellfish, and you laced a portion of
the food with it. Mass panic. People dying, some would have
no idea why." He tapped Julian's teacup with a finger. "Then
there's cinnamon, considered by some to be a mild
aphrodisiac."

Julian blushed. "I don't see how that applies to the
military."

The smirk that spread across Garak's face went straight to
his groin. "Sex is a form of interrogation."

"R-really?"

"Indeed." Garak let the silence draw out for a lengthy
moment between them before standing abruptly, picking up
both his and Julian's empty plates. "Walk with me?"

Julian nodded, eager to see where the conversation was
going.

Their dishes were disposed off and he followed Garak onto
the Promenade. Instead of heading towards his shop, Garak
turned towards the living quarters.

"I'm surprised you haven't asked the most obvious question,
my dear."

He wasn't quite sure what the obvious question would be.
There were a number that sprung to mind, and a number of
things that he could say that would move the delicate
flirtation that seemed to have sprung up between them
forward. But he knew better than to rush forward. That was
the human approach and this – Garak – required a much more
delicate approach. Over their many long meals together, he'd
been slowly learning to think more like Garak, more
Cardassian, so he could appreciate what Garak was getting
at.

Julian smiled brightly back and shifted a step closer, not
quite touching, but walking close enough that their
shoulders occasionally brushed each other. It was a gesture
of compromise, the human need for closeness restrained by
the Cardassian need for propriety. "You're right," he said.
"I haven't."

"You're becoming quite the Cardassian," Garak teased. His
fingers idly twined with Julian's, holding loosely for a
moment before letting go. Apparently he wasn't the only one
willing to compromise.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"As it was meant." Garak paused outside of his quarters. The
doors opened for him and he ushered Julian in ahead of him.

This was not the first time he'd been to Garak's quarters,
but it was perhaps the first time he'd been so bold while
there. He turned and let his hands settle low on Garak's
hips, just above one of the larger bone ridges. In his mind,
he played back the few, very few, times they'd kissed. Every
time, Julian had been the one to make the first move, so he
assumed this would be much the same.

"What about using sex for pleasure? I'm sure they allow that
on Cardassia."

Garak bridged the space between them, moving until he was
toe-to-toe with Julian. Reaching up, he ran a thumb just
below Julian's chin. "For Cardassians – most Cardassians,
mind you, there are the usual deviants and hedonists – sex
isn't about pleasure, its politics. It's a game, with rules,
and a clear winner and loser."

The sheer concept of such a ritualized structure fascinated
Julian. He wondered if it was similar to Bajoran sexual
practices, "Teach me."

Interest was evident in Garak's steadfast gaze, and it only
seemed to increase with Julian's insistence. "You're not
Cardassian, Julian. The rules don't apply to you."

"But they do to you." He leaned into Garak and placed a
single, chaste kiss on Garak's lips. The kiss lingered until
Julian slowly lowered himself back to his feet. He looked up
at Garak and hoped his eyes weren't too pleading. "Please. I
want to know what you like. I want to know what you expect.
Show me?"

A soft chuckle escaped Garak's lips. He ran a hand through
Julian's hair and gave in with an audible sigh. "Alright,
but don't complain if you don't like it. You're going to
lose, and quite frequently at that. It doesn't mean
anything. We're not keeping score."

Garak caressed Julian's face again, this time letting his
fingers play against Julian's lips. He opened his lips a
fraction and Garak pushed inside, taking the unspoken
invitation. Julian sucked lightly, moaning at the heated
look Garak shot him.

"Your first loss. Second, actually, if you count the fact
that you propositioned me. You automatically relented to my
advances. It's obvious that you want me to win."

Julian laved at the tip of Garak's index finger as it
slipped from his mouth. "I do."

"Good. So do I."

A touch to the back of Julian's head and slight upward
pressure on the small of his back was all it took to guide
Julian up into a kiss. Garak's tongue twined with his, the
taste of cinnamon mixing with rokassa. He twined his arms
around Garak's neck, practically melting against the
Cardassian.

He was panting for breath by the time they broke away,
slightly disturbed at how serene Garak looked still. "Third
loss," Garak said. "You let me take control, placing
yourself in the role of the subservient." Another kiss
landed on his cheek, followed by another and another,
trailing under his chin and down to his neck. He tilted his
neck, baring his throat to Garak. The kisses stopped halfway
down his neck, ending in a hard bite that made him moan and
writhe against Garak, already half-hard and Garak had barely
touched him.

"You lose again. Surrender is in your nature, my dear."

Julian smiled. He toyed with the fastenings on Garak's shirt
and wondered if it would be ruining the game if he started
unfastening some of them. "I don't mind surrender, if it's
to you."

"I rather like your surrender." Garak's fingers dug tight
into his skin as they settled low on his hips and dug slow
circles into the small of his back. There was a definite
possessive taint to his gaze as he watched Julian. His
fingers played with the fastenings on Garak's shirt for
another second before he gave in and popped the first hook.

"Another loss," Garak whispered, his voice lower in Julian's
ear, lips brushing against the skin of Julian's ear. "You're
the first to escalate." The tailor's nimble fingers make
quick work of their clothes, sliding Julian's uniform off
almost before he notices Garak moving. Garak bats his hands
away as he tries to help with Garak's clothing, and in the
end it seems much more efficient that way.

"In a real game," Garak tells him as he pulls off his shirt,
revealing a well-muscled, green-scaled chest, "you'd disrobe
us both, but in human fashion, I thought we'd go with the
more expeditious option today."

One thought fills his mind as Garak's pants fall away, and
that is that the man is truly magnificent. Slight pressure
on his shoulders is all it takes to get him to drop to his
knees, licking his lips expectantly and the nearly silent
groan that earns him is all the encouragement he needs. He
runs one hand over Garak's erection, marveling at how soft
the scales feel, and yet they definitely are scales –
thicker than the flesh of a human penis, tougher, rigged and
ribbed in a pattern much like the rest of the Cardassian's
body.

Experimentally, Julian flicks his tongue over the head. It
tastes different, much as he expected, and feels slightly
warmer than a human's erection. Curiosity satisfied for the
moment, Julian wraps his lips around Garak and swallows him
down until the head of his erection tickles the back of his
throat. He could get used to this taste. It's not at all
unpleasant, nor nearly as bitter as a human would be. Julian
bobs his head a few more times, showing off the few meager
tricks he'd managed to learn from past male lovers before
Garak pulls him away.

He's pleased to note that Garak is finally losing that cool
composure of his. The heat in his eyes has jumped to a
near-volcanic level, and it's obvious what he has in mind
next. Julian smiled and licked his lips, more for show than
any real benefit. The look Garak shoots him is proof enough.
They're nearing the end of their games.

"Another loss for giving in."

Garak helped Julian to his feet, his hand absently squeezing
Julian's ass as he stands. For lack of anything better to do
with his mouth, Julian kissed him, hungry and fierce. If
he'd been fooled by Garak's cool exterior, here was proof.
They were both moaning now, near frantic with need. They
stumbled backwards towards the bed. Julian felt the mattress
hit the back of his knees and he pulled, wrapping his legs
around Garak's waist as they fell.

"Loss. You let me dominate."

Julian grabbed the back of Garak's head and pulled him back
down into the kiss. He moaned as Garak pushed his legs up
higher, positioning himself between him. A slick finger
circled his entrance, toying with him for a long maddening
minute before finally pressing in. It was joined quickly by
another and another. Garak pulled away, leaning back to
watch him as his fingers worked inside of him, loosening
Julian. He was making the most obscene noises as he writhed
underneath Garak, gasping and mewling with no sense of
shame.

"Loss, again. You let me dominate."

Julian stared pleadingly up at Garak. "No more games."

"Beg," Garak ordered.

"Please." He starts. Garak's fingers crook inside of him and
he nearly jumps off the bed. "Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh, God! Oh,
Allah, please. Garak. Please." Garak's watching him like
he's the most important thing in the world, staring at him,
which only makes his face flush further. He must be burning
up. It feels like he is. It feels like he should be on fire,
his whole body on flame. "I need you. Please, Garak. Please.
Take me. I lose. I want to lose. Fuck me. Dominate me. Make
me yours."

He's never seen Garak smile the way he does now. Julian
imagines this is what Garak would look like if he won his
citizenship back to Cardassian. He enters Julian in a slow,
measured thrust, and even with all the preparation, he still
feels big inside of Julian. The scaling feels incredible and
he shivers as Garak slides in, inch by inch, until finally
he comes to a rest, their hips touching.

"You know, that's another loss, and again for letting me in,
for emotion, for wanton behavior."

Julian wrapped himself around Garak. "I really don't give a
damn."

Then Garak moved and all he could think about was how good
it felt and how very glad he was that the quarters on the
ship were soundproof. Julian came in seconds. Garak, for all
his calm façade, didn't last much longer. He thrust inside
Julian for several minutes, grunting softly with exertion,
before coming, slamming forward hard enough as he did so to
nearly make Julian come a second time.

Bashir waited for the stars to clear from his eyes before
speaking. "For losing horribly, I found that quite
enjoyable."

Garak chuckled and pulled him close to lie against the
Cardassian's chest, one scaled arm holding him possessively
in place. "Of course, you would. You won."

It took the statement a minute to process through Bashir's
brain. "Pardon?"

One of Garak's hands started absently playing with the hair
at the base of his neck. "It's the ending that decides it
all. I'm completely enamored with you, your dedicated slave
in love. That makes you the winner."

Bashir smiled. Even without looking, he could tell the kind
of fond look Garak was directing at him. "In that case, a
tie would be more accurate."

"Who's keeping score?"

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The End